Among the ashes of my dreams lies a burning fire,
And on the horizon of my hopes I run across a wire.
For if I fall, I shall only break along the rocks of doubt—
And if I make it to the other side then I suppose I’ll still be out.

If you try, then you can see your way into my arms;
A simple smile that hides the lie, a withering in my charms.
Hollow is the one that holds me, and marred is their soul—
Catching stars within my reach to watch them grow old.

There is the pitter-patter of a heart never meant to beat
And within that haunting sound, the means to my defeat.
So I lay, among the branches and shadows cast down below;
Never was I meant to be—never was I meant to know.

Fingers curl around the handle of a silver key
Still I know, as the chains clench tight, it will not set me free.
So I have but to wonder, as I feel your fading touch—
Was it all for lack of love, or a heart that loved too much?